The Pale Tower

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2026-08-23 11:28:21 -

The Pale Tower

The chandelier in the Grand Hall of the Bureau of Internal Security hung low over the marble floor, casting a light that felt less like illumination and more like a heavy, suffocating fog, and I stood at the head of the table, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the translucent, fragile birds perched upon my shoulders, their beaks buried in my neck, whispering my...

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